Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Qin Shiting: [Your avatar, I put up with it for a few days, but haven't changed it yet?]

Mo Jing glanced deeply at Qin Steiner's mouth as if it was particularly disgusting, and did not reply.

As a result, Qin Shiting sent another sentence: [I really didn't say you, using the photo of Seasonal Warm as your avatar, are you too obvious to reveal it?]

Mo Jing replied with no expression deep down: [Do you have a problem?]

Qin Shiting: [Of course I have no objection, but I doubt that Season Warm will have any objections, so she tolerates the more shameless side of you now?]

Mo Jing stared coldly at Qin Shiting with a few words of ridicule.

Suddenly remembered a few years ago, Qin Shiting said on the phone that if he wanted to find Season Warm but couldn't get it back, he would poke it in his heart with one knife at a time, and let him taste the pain of being stabbed by brothers everywhere.

Ink is still unresponsive.

However, a few minutes later, Qin Intercepted sent a screenshot of the WeChat.

The screenshot shows Qin Shiting and Ji Wen's chat minutes ago.

Qin Shiting: [Today you asked about gastritis, who is sick in the stomach?]

Seasonal warm seconds reply: [A friend.]

Qin Shiting: [Back so soon? Shouldn't this be the time to rest?]

Seasonal Warm: [I just took a shower, I was lying in bed looking at my phone and I was going to sleep.]

Qin Shiting: [Didn't you go to Beijing for business? Not with Mo Jing Deep?]

Seasonal warmth: [No.]

Qin Shiting: [(LAUGHS) Very good.]

Mojing looked deeply at a few messages that warmed up almost seconds last season, and his face grew depressed and unspeakable.

Qin Jianzhang: [You have taken everyone to Beijing, but it has not been settled yet. I think that Seasonal Warm has already faded his feelings by now, and he doesn't love you at all. Why don't you let go and find another man to marry? Anyway, you're the one who let go first. (chuckles) (chuckles) [laughs]

Seeing Mo Jing Shenzhen never replied, Qin Shiting had a feeling in his heart. He sent a casual expression in the past. Indeed, he turned into an exclamation mark reply that was not a friend of the other party and needed to be verified by his friends.

Shh.

There was also a day of angry shame when things were as calm and steady as the gods.

Looks like he's right.

Think about what Mo Jingdeep is in today, and think about the scene where he was watching the season warm as a soul standing in a hospital corridor in Los Angeles.

Though the people who are now the victims of this world newspaper are their own brothers, it's a little unknown.

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Seasonal warmth sleeps very well, and is very solid. It is already more than 8: 00 in the morning when she wakes up, and an invitation in the morning is about 10: 00 in the neighborhood, so she is not in a hurry.

Get up and pick up your phone and look at it, quietly overnight, then put it down, take a bath, change your clothes, comb your hair.

After everything was done, I was ready to go out and Hu's phone rang.

“Mr. Ji, the itinerary you arranged this morning is almost up, shall I drive you there?” Xiaohu's tone is a bit of a quiz. After all, Season Warm went to other hotels last night, and now he doesn't know what's going on over there.

“No, I'm very close to the place. It's probably just a few stops by subway. I'll take the subway. ”

Hu: “Well, then tonight...”

Xiao Hu originally wanted to ask Season Warm if she wanted to stay at the Shengtang Hotel tonight. After all, she stayed in her room all night on the other night, and Mo hasn't come out yet.

As a result, Xiaohu hasn't said anything yet. Suddenly, he glanced at the door next to him. Mo Jing was wearing the same outfit as last night, but there were no wrinkles on his body. He didn't seem to have slept all night. He didn't speak after coming out. He looked at him faintly.

Little Houton choked back and briefly said a few words to Quarter Warm these next few days to prepare to hang up the phone, but just before he hung up, he suddenly heard Quarter Warm say over there: "If it's convenient, please take the time to bring my suitcase to me tonight. After all, my computer and some other things are in the suitcase. ”

Xiaohu also didn't know whether to say yes or not, and hung up after a vague answer.

Then lift your eyes to the quiet, waveless eyes of your own BOSS: “President Mo, President Ji just said she was going to take the subway to work today...”

Seeing Mo Jing deeply silent, although he did not sleep overnight, the tiredness on his face was not very obvious, his eyes were cold and refreshing, and he did not speak.

Xiao Hu felt that the atmosphere seemed a bit depressing, and suddenly he laughed to ease his embarrassment, saying: “The traffic jam in Beijing is quite serious, if it wasn't for his own driving, it would be easier to take the subway. ”

He looked at the man with no waves and no change in color, and thought, “Besides, President Ji asked me to send her suitcase tonight, President Mo, I... do you want to send it to her? ”

“Send it.” Mo Jing's deep voice dropped and Xiaohu had turned back to his room before he could see his BOSS face.

……

That evening, when Seasonal Warm returned to the hotel from the outside, she saw that her large suitcase had been delivered by Xiaohu, placed inside the reception desk on the ground floor of the hotel, and the staff saw her and pushed the suitcase to her voluntarily.

However, it was not only the luggage, but also the depth of ink already waiting in the hotel's VIP lounge.

Knowing that Mo Jingdeep came here, Ji Wen didn't say anything. At the staff guide down the VIP lounge, he walked over. The door in front of him was just opened by the staff, and Ji Wen walked in.

Instead, Mo Jing's dark eyes fell directly on the woman's face. She watched Seasonal Warm push her own suitcase and walked in in like this. She didn't look away for a while.

Seasonal warmth glimpsed him, no surprise he would show up here, but his gaze was just scanned if nothing had happened and no stops were made.

The staff went out knowledgeable enough to leave room for them, but the big room was so unjustifiably quiet.

Seasonwarm grabbed the trolley of the suitcase with a gentle grip and looked casually at the environment of the lounge. The ink landed deep in her face, unable to see her emotions, but never moved away.

She suddenly turned around and suddenly, she couldn't help but look deeply into the man's eyes.

Looked at it for a few seconds.

She smiled: "President Mo. ”

Mojing's deep eyelids lifted slightly. After the woman escaped from his surroundings, the tone began to carry that kind of distracting sound. Every time he shouted Mojing's full name angrily and furiously these days, she was inundated by the sense of distance emanating from her bones.

The feeling of being stabbed in the heart with one knife last night has faded, but Seasonal Warm obviously has no meaning to explain anything like running away from him and ignoring the message he sent, even though the whole person seems to take it for granted.

Her hidden cat paws today, once revealed, are really sharp.

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(The meat is about to cook, but we need to irritate it a little first ~)